#photographer max mayfield

[normal-is-a-raging-psychopath]

I have a brain worm that refuses to leave. So

st modern college au.

no one met each other yet/ they're all kinda split.

so platonic madwheeler have they're own apartment, splitting rent because they're broke college students. Mike's an English major (no surprise there) and max. Max is a photography major. (is there like a proper term for it? does it come under media or something?)

Anyway, the point of this? her most frequent human subject is none other than - drumroll please - own very own Mike Wheeler.

He's been the reluctantly willing model of most of her for fun photoshoots. And he likes it. It's fun. Also genderqueer mike here because

Anyway, the reason I created this backstory is because one concept rooted itself in my brain and wouldnt let go.

Mike in a corset. that's it.

Anyway Onto the outfit:

this blouse.

and on top goes.

this. it's not exactly what i imagined, but it was the closest i could find in shape and design.

for pants (honestly i wasnt really sure what would fit)

would these go?? I dont know. Pretend it the same color/or a darker shade of the blouse.

Also:

Mike Wheeler in this outfit (or an approximation of it has been bouncing around my head for the past week.

In the au I've made for this, Max has an insta or something dedicated solely for the products of these photoshoots.

Sometimes it's landscapes, or views or maybe random moments captured, but most of it is mike.

Will in this is majoring in fashion (because designer x model trope) and El/Jane is majoring in cosmetology (? that's the name for it right?)

WIll is slightly obsessed with aforementioned social and more specifically, a certain model. When el asks, he says it's because of the clothes but the flush on his cheeks always gives him away.

In my head, will, max and el all go to one college focused specifically on fashion and related fields (cosmetology and photography included)

mike goes to another, non-specialized college nearby. His friends on campus are dustin our resident astro-physics major (because I fell in love with nasa dustin) and lucas who is studying to become a therapist and also coaches the local high school basketball team in his spare time.

Max is already friends w/ dustin and lucas but none of the four have met will and el yet.

So the way I see this happening, for the final term exam at willelmax college, instead of an actual exam, they've clubed the majors together and have to put together a fashion show. kinda. In each group there is one photographer, one make-up artist, one designer and one model. see where this is going?

Of course, willelmax are grouped together and there are obviously some odd numbers. One group doesnt have a photographer and another doesnt have a make-up student. While annoying it's not a huge problem, except the model that was supposed to be assigned to their group, left college due to a family emergency out of state.

Enter mike.

he wont' be graded (duh) but he's dedicated. (the gorgeous hazel-eyed designer hs nothing to do with it, no matter what max says. besides, he seen her ogle at the el though she'd probably stab him if he said it out loud)

Obviously, will has a little (tiny, minuscule really) crush. Max and el and over being third wheels and maybe there's something going on there too.

So they have like two months to put together their final project (that is individualized based on their major) and there a lot of light hearted fun and banter and maybe tension (of the good kind).

Also before I forget, maybe the theme is like royalty or fantasy or something so cleradin sneaks it way in.

Anyway, brainworm out of my head, I now regretfully have to go back to my studies which i have been neglectingin order to scribble this down.

Conclusion?

Mike Wheeler in a corset. Thank you for listening.

[gaytoru]

y’all PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out this ronance fanfic i’m going INSANE

check it out here!

i LOVE the author’s fics so much oml

snippets:

[katethetank]

Ok I’ve never written anything before, and I’m obsessed with Steddie content. So without further adieu, here’s a modern day Steddie story where Eddie comes to terms with the hard truth that his husband’s snuggles might be more popular than his world famous band. This kind of got away from me and ended up way longer than I thought it would. Oops.

Content warnings: idk, TikTok I guess?! It’s fluffy and sweet, illusions to smut at the end

Eddie Munson was a notoriously private person. Corroded Coffin was the biggest metal/alt band in the world, and despite the fame, he managed to keep his personal life just that - personal.

There of course had been rumors over the last few years of who he was married to. Among the chunky metal rings that always adorned his fingers, fans couldn’t help but notice the simple silver band on his left ring finger. Paparazzi would occasionally catch him out in public with various women, leading his fans to speculate wildly who his mystery wife was.

But as soon as the rumors got started, they were quickly shut down. He was photographed once stumbling out of a club in New York with SNL star Robin Buckley on his arm. Social media went absolutely rabid and Robin made sure to clear things up the following Saturday on Weekend Update, announcing that she was in fact, a raging lesbian.

Not too long after that, Eddie was photographed clinking wine glasses with accomplished journalist Nancy Wheeler at a romantic rooftop restaurant in LA. When rumors started swirling around them of a secret affair, Nancy’s husband (and Rolling Stone photographer) Jonathan Byers put a stop to it by posting a picture of all three of them on his socials explaining that they were long time friends and out celebrating Nancy’s nomination for a Pulitzer.

Again the rumor mill started churning when Eddie was spotted giving a piggyback ride to pro skateboarder Max Mayfield after one of her competitions. Accusations of him “robbing the cradle” had her immediately posting a video on TikTok telling everyone off, fake gagging, and saying that Eddie was like her big brother. She then pulled Eddie into the frame asking, “Would you losers seriously believe I’d be into this ugly mug?” before promptly shoving his face away. Eddie was only a little offended.

Max’s video kind of blew up though, with everyone demanding more of Eddie’s presence on the app. Reluctantly he started his own account, his first video of him backstage at his sold out Madison Square Garden show, simply flashing the devil horns, sticking out his tongue, and greeting, “Hey assholes!”

It effectively broke the internet.

He was verified within a matter of hours, and had millions of followers within the first day.

Now all he had to do was figure out what the hell he was going to post. He didn’t want to share too much of his private life, but scrolling through the comments, he could see how much his fans truly loved seeing just that brief candid moment from him. So he started sharing bits and pieces behind the scenes at his shows, shots of the guys hanging out on the tour bus, and one lazy morning, a glimpse of his sleep-rumpled self in bed and his birds nest of bed head.

The comments on that last one exploded.

Everyone wanted to know who he was sharing that bed with, asking for a peek at his wife, if she was also famous. Who was he married to for god’s sake?!

He refused to take the bait.

One afternoon he set up his living room for a TikTok live, planning on just strumming his guitar, answering questions about the new album that was coming out, maybe taking some requests for songs to play. While he was glancing at the comments and plucking away at his acoustic, he didn’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming towards the room. He startled when he heard, “Babe, I’m home! I got you some more Honeycombs!”

Eddie froze. And the comments went absolutely fucking wild.

“Wait, was that a dude?!”

“Did some guy just call him babe???”

“SPOUSE REVEAL?!?!”

“OMG IS HE GAY???? I LOVE THIS FOR US!!”

“Oh I am so invested in this! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

“Honeycombs?! Really?!”

Eddie scrambled to set his guitar down, quickly thanked everyone for tuning in, and cut off the live stream.

Steve stepped into the room with a questioning look on his face. “Babe?… what’s wrong?”

Eddie glanced at him sheepishly mumbling, “We may have just spilled the beans on a live stream.”

“You were doing a live stream? What happened? And wait, what beans?”

Sighing heavily and running a hand through his hair, Eddie stood up and walked over to Steve, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I was doing a TikTok live, playing some songs and talking about the new record. I didn’t hear you come in, and when you shouted that you were home, it was apparently loud enough for everyone to hear. So I shut it down fast before the comments got even more out of control. I didn’t know what to say!”

Steve leaned in and gave Eddie a peck on the nose, hugged him tight, and asked, “Well… how bad were the comments? Do you think people are gonna freak out?”

“Freak out? In a good way, maybe. They all seemed pretty surprised to hear a guy’s voice and were asking for a spouse reveal.”

Steve furrowed his brows and thought about it for a few moments. “What if we did?”

“Did what?”

“A spouse reveal. I gotta admit, it’s been pretty annoying having everyone assume you’re sleeping with our friends! I don’t really like the idea of being in the public eye, but what if we just did a quick video or something to put the rumors to bed for good?”

Admittedly it was a pretty good idea. Eddie liked being able to share parts of his life with his fans, and Steve was the biggest part of his life. It would be nice to show him off for a moment and finally tell the world who put that ring on his finger.

“Yeah. Yeah, ok! Let’s do it!”

Eddie grabbed his phone, opened TikTok, and got comfy on the couch. Steve sat down next to him, cuddled into his side. He started the video with the camera just on himself, took a deep breath, and hit record.

“Hey guys! Sorry to dip out of my live stream so suddenly. I was a little thrown off with that interruption, but thought it would be best to come on here and clear the air. Yes, I’m married. Yes, my spouse is a man. Yes, my favorite cereal is Honeycombs, don’t come at me for that! And this is Steve.”

He tilted his phone so both his and Steve’s faces were in the frame. Steve smiled brightly and did a little finger wave. “Hey everybody!”

Eddie giggled and turned to kiss Steve on the cheek. Even after years of being together, Eddie’s affections still made him blush. Steve turned at looked at Eddie with stars in his eyes and whispered, “I love you babe.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

They shared a brief kiss before Eddie ended the video and immediately posted it.

He effectively broke the internet again.

Millions of likes and comments flooded in, a huge wave of love and support from his fans. And of course, more questions.

“Shut up, they are so fucking cute I’m gonna puke”

“I’m so sad that the married rumors are true, but omg his husband is crazy hot! Good for him!”

“His name is Steve?! Why is that so adorable?!”

“Find yourself a man who looks at you like Steve looks at Eddie!”

“Who is this Steve?! TELL! ME! EVERYTHING!”

“We demand more Steve!”

“Ok I need more details immediately”

The demand for more Steve content did not stop. Eddie still wanted to keep his private life as private as possible, but Steve had no problem with popping up in a few videos here and there. Rolling his eyes in the background at Eddie’s antics, hands on his hips while scolding the band for being late to an interview, painting Eddie’s nails backstage before a show. Just little glimpses of Steve being Steve. His fans ate that shit up.

One night Eddie was left to his own devices while Steve was out having a “girls night” with Robin, Nancy, Max, and El. Why he wasn’t invited too he will never know. Not that he was jealous or anything. Totally not jealous. He decided to set up another TikTok live while he screwed around on his guitar. About an hour in, the front door flew open and in stumbled a very flushed, very giggly, very drunk Steve.

“BABE! I SAW ARIANA GRANDE TONIGHT!”

Eddie started laughing as Steve made his way into the living room, glancing at how the comments went absolutely apeshit again.

“Stevie, sweetheart, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

Steve took the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and plopped down in his lap. “Babe, seriously! I saw Ariana Grande! Me and the girls went to some club and Nancy got us into the VIP section, and there she was! Just! Sitting there looking all cool and famous! Babe, it was awesome!”

Chuckling, Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve, kissed him on his temple, and pointed at his phone set up on a tripod. “Stevie, you interrupted my live stream again. Say hi to everyone!”

Steve turned his head towards the phone, eyebrows raising up, and smiled dopily. “Oh! Hi guys! Did you hear?? I saw Ariana Grande!” He then quickly snapped his drunken gaze back towards Eddie. “OH MY GOD! Babe! Do you think she’s on here?! Can you message her?!” He turned back to the phone shouting, “Ariana! I’m Steve! We should hang out! Eddie, tell her we should hang out!”

Eddie started cackling and patted Steve’s head like a puppy. “Ok big boy, you’ve clearly had enough. Sorry guys, I’m gonna have to cut the stream short and put this one to bed. And uh, yeah. Ariana Grande, if you’re into hanging out with preppy former jocks who like to snuggle while they’re wasted, let me know I guess. Goodnight!”

Eddie looked down at Steve, who had tucked himself into Eddie’s chest while he was talking, and gave a little kiss on his head before ending the live stream.

“Hmmm… sleepy.”

“I know you’re sleepy sweetheart, let’s get you into jammies and tuck you in.”

The next morning Eddie awoke to a hungover Steve groaning into his neck, and a message on TikTok from none other than Ariana Grande.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hng… too loud.”

“Sweetheart. Stevie. Wake up!”

“No.” Steve pulled the covers over his face.

“Honey, seriously, you need to wake up. You’ve gotta see this.”

“Eds, I don’t wanna see shit, I wanna sleep.”

“Stevie, do you remember coming home last night and telling everyone on TikTok that you want to hang out with Ariana Grande?”

Steve flipped the covers back off and gave him an incredulous look. “I did not.”

“Yeah princess, you did. You stumbled in talking about how you saw her at a club and wanted to hang out with her. And guess the fuck what.”

“…….what?”

Eddie turned his phone for Steve to see the message.

“What the?… ‘Hey Eddie! I caught your livestream last night and my answer is yes! Steve seems like an absolute doll, I’d love to hang out with him’”

Steve looked at him with wide eyes and just stared for few beats.

“SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH ME?!”

His volume made both men wince, Steve immediately grabbing his throbbing head and groaning.

“Yes, sweetheart, apparently babbling drunk gay men are her thing. So, when should I tell her you’re free?”

The following Wednesday, Steve was a nervous wreck. He had cleaned the house from top to bottom, prepped a gorgeous charcuterie board, had wine chilling in the fridge, and checked his hair about 30 times.

“Stevie, darling, sweetheart. You’ve got to calm down.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Eddie, Ariana fucking Grande is coming to our house! How is this even happening? What if we don’t have anything in common? What if she thinks I’m an awkward idiot? I don’t wanna screw this up!”

Eddie wrapped Steve up in his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. “You won’t screw anything up. Everyone loves you Stevie. Just be you, and she’ll love you too. And if you’re freaking out, I’m a phone call away, alright? I should only be at the studio for a few hours and then I’ll be home before you know it. You two will have a great time! Ok?!”

Steve let out a long suffering sigh. “Ok.”

The doorbell rang and Eddie took his hand, walking with Steve to go greet their guest of honor. As soon as the door opened, Ariana Grande herself was standing there with a huge smile on her face. “Steve! Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you!” She immediately gave Steve a hug and barley even acknowledged Eddie standing there.

“Ok. Well. I guess I’m not needed here. Have fun you two! Don’t do anything I would do!” Steve laughed and gave him a quick peck before leading his guest into the house.

After a few hours of polishing some tracks on the new album, Eddie headed back home. He hadn’t heard from Steve the whole time he was out, and hoped that everything went smoothly with his new friend. Or whatever the hell this was.

Opening his front door, he was greeted with the sounds of giggles, clinking glass, and… are they watching Twilight?!

He pulled out his phone and started recording as he walked into the living room. “Here I am, coming home after hours of slaving away on our new album to find THIS.” He flipped the camera around to a view of Steve and apparently his new best friend, snuggled under a blanket, wine glasses in hand, a few empty bottles on the table, surrounded by a mess of crumbs, giggling at blue-tinted vampires playing baseball.

He flipped the camera back to himself, sulking “I think I’ve been replaced.”

Internet: broken.

“Did they just become best friends?!”

“Awwwww I want Steve Snuggles!”

“Living for this!!!!”

“#stevesnuggles”

“Wait, did he make her a charcuterie board??”

In the weeks that followed, #stevesnuggles took over social media. Everyone and their mother was gushing about Eddie’s adorable husband, wanting to see more of him, and his snuggles. Eddie couldn’t blame them, really. The man is adorable. But he still wanted to keep sort of a lid on their private life, so he limited most of his posts to just Corroded Coffin content. Anticipation for the new album was amping up, a tour was being planned, and the buzz was buzzing.

Unfortunately with all of the work leading up to the release, Eddie wasn’t getting enough of his daily allotment of Steve Time. He was looking forward to the weekend when his schedule was clear so he could finally have some quality time with his husband and soak up all of those famous snuggles.

Life had other plans, though. Friday afternoon he got a text from Steve saying that it was his turn to host girls night. Again, why was Eddie not invited to these things?? Not that he was jealous. Of course not. That would be crazy. He resigned himself to the fact that tonight, he’d have to share his husband.

When he stepped into their home, he immediately recognized the honking laughter of a tipsy Robin, Nancy’s adorable giggle, but there were several other voices he couldn’t decipher. Thinking ahead, he once again pulled out his phone and started recording.

“HONEY, I’M HO- the fuck?!”

It took him a moment to register what he was seeing. He flipped the camera around to focus on the absurd cuddle puddle on the floor. In a pile of what must have been every blanket and pillow in the house, was the obvious collection of Steve, Nancy, Robin, and apparently now Ariana. But then…

“Sweetheart, why are Rhianna and Taylor Swift on our living room floor?”

Steve just looked up at him pie-eyed and sweetly stated, “Girls night!” to which the bizzare collection of women shouted, “Hi Eddie!”

How many times can you break the internet before it stays broken?

“WHAT. THE FUCK.”

“Ummmmm best girls night ever?”

“How do I get an invite??”

“So Steve is just a magnet for powerful women then. Got it.”

“#STEVESNUGGLES OMG!!!”

Steve snuggles indeed. Eddie was so used to being in the limelight, it was a strange adjustment to have his once under the radar husband be in such high demand. Every time he posted a TikTok of the band, the comments were flooded with requests for more Steve. He did sometimes cave and give the people what they wanted. Quick videos of Steve cooking them dinner while dancing to his god forsaken pop music, sneak peeks of some of their new songs with Steve singing along, and ok, one thirst trap of him working out in their home gym. Eddie was a just a man after all, and his husband was hot.

The album was finally released and sales were through the roof. Corroded Coffin had never sold so many copies before and someone from the label insisted that their TikTok presence had everything to do with it. Was it actually them, or the love for Steve? Who’s to say. Either way, their concerts across the country were sold out in a matter of minutes and the band couldn’t wait to kick off their next tour.

The first show was in LA and Eddie had planned to do a quick TikTok before they took the stage. He started in the hallway backstage, welcoming everyone to the start of the tour, and made his way into the green room. “Alright everyone, let’s check in quick with the band and make sure these dickheads are ready to go! BOYS! ARE WE - Steve?! What the hell?”

He flipped the camera around to the view of Steve happily scrolling on his phone on one of the couches. With Dua Lipa cuddled up on one side of him and Lady goddamn Gaga on the other. What the fuck is his life?

“Babe! Hi! The girls were in town and came by to check out the show!”

“I’m sorry… THE GIRLS?! How do you even know them?!”

Steve raised an eyebrow at him like he was an idiot and said, “Lipa was on SNL and she had Robin get us connected. And Jon did a photo shoot with Stef and…basically the same thing.”

Stef?! Who the fuck is Stef? Wait right… Lada Gaga is a stage name.

Eddie flipped the camera back on himself and just. Stared. “I…I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

Queue the comments.

“Ok is he like best friends with EVERY icon?!”

“Steve IS the icon! 💅”

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some #stevesnuggles in here?!”

“Omfg Eddie’s never gonna get his own #stevesnuggles now is he?”

“SHARE THE WEALTH”

“I can’t believe this app is free”

From there on the tour went off without a hitch and fans in every city were rabid for the new album. And of course Steve. Goddamnit. He’d occasionally see people in the crowd with “#stevesnuggles” t-shirts, or hear chants of “We want Steve!” Yeah, Eddie gets it. He wants Steve too. For himself.

Eddie took to posting a lot of videos from backstage with the band, sound checks, screwing around with the crew. And of course to appease the masses, some of Steve in his element. Putting on Gareth’s eyeliner, helping Jeff pick out his stage clothes, and rubbing Eddie’s shoulders after a grueling show. Just Steve mother henning everyone.

When they made it to New York, they had an appearance on SNL a few days before their concert. They got to catch up with Robin, meet the cast, and get a feel for what went into producing the show. Eddie hadn’t heard who the host was, not that it probably mattered much since they’d only see them at the end-of-show sign off.

He was in the middle of doing a livestream behind the scenes, walking the legendary halls of Studio 8H when he popped into his dressing room to show off the digs. “And here we have my office for the night…. Uh. Stevie? What? The fuck?” He turned the camera around to see Steve snuggled up with… goddamn Beyoncé.

“Hey babe! Did you meet Bee yet? She’s hosting tonight!”

No the fuck he didn’t meet “Bee!” And sorry, his husband is already on a nickname basis with this Queen?! Who the hell did he marry??

Goodbye internet.

“HOLY. SHIT.”

“Seriously, gay men have all the luck.”

“Two absolute queens, omg”

“BEYONCÉ GETS #STEVESNUGGLES OMG!!!”

“Eddie, your husband belongs to Bee now, my condolences”

“Don’t tell Jay Z”

The show went well even though Eddie was visibly shook by his husband’s new friend. Seriously, what is his life?! How much further was this going to go? He was relieved when the tour finally ended and they could go back to their bubble of domestic bliss. That is, until the next girls night probably!

Once they were back home and settled into their routine, he realized he needed to make some more content now that things have calmed down. Privacy was always important to him, but after a night of taking his husband apart over and over, he smirked and had an idea.

Quietly grabbing his phone off the nightstand, he started recording. Steve with his chaotic sex hair, neck covered in hickies, and curled up sound asleep on Eddie’s chest. A chest that was decorated in tattoos and nipple piercings, as well as fresh scratch marks. Eddie smirked at the camera, winked and whispered “hashtag Steve snuggles.”

RIP internet.

[steddieunderdogfics]

For rock star Eddie and Normal guy Steve- A Collection of Queer Photography by Jonathan Byers by schrijverr

A Collection of Queer Photography by Jonathan Byers by schrijverr

@schrijverr

Rating: Teen and Up

43,043 words, 116/116 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags:

Post-Canon, Photography, Eddie Munson Lives, Queer Themes, The Party as Family (Stranger Things), Based on a Tumblr Post, Domestic Fluff, Vignette, it is their lives told through photographs, Future Fic, Slice of Life, Disabled Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Recreational Drug Use, Period-Typical Homophobia, Spicy Six Centric, Fanart Welcome, Photographer Jonathan Byers, Famous Eddie Munson, Journalist Nancy Wheeler, Polyamory, (i removed the ronance tag since they only have such a short fling)

Summary:

Jonathan turns into a famous photographer, however he took more photos during the late 80s and early 90s. Photos of his family. These photos featured queerness at their center and could not be published. Now, some years in the future these stories can be told, so he publishes them in a book with the writing of Nancy. This is that book, this is their story

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[strangerthingsreversebigbang]

In case you missed them, here are the first ten works posted from the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang!

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Cover Worthy by @stevesno1simp | Art by @raven-cl

Rating: E

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Male Character(s)

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve has been crushing on rock star Eddie Munson, front man for the popular metal band Corroded Coffin since they made it big. But he never dreamed that landing a job as a photographer at the most popular metal magazine in the world would lead him to a photoshoot with him…

Survival of the Sister by @skepsiss | Art by @ent-is-indecisive

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Max Mayfield

Relationships: Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

Summary: Max is a young knight who has lost everything to the darkness of the Upside Down. The last thing she can lose is her life. She puts it all on the line to save her family, friends, and Hawkins. Fate has another idea for her as she struggles to recall her happiest memories that will bring her back to life and toward Lucas, who is desperately searching for her. Overall, it is a short, emotional piece about Max fighting back death with sheer willpower and then getting to relish in being reunited with Lucas

Homesteddie Farms by @artaxlivs | Art by @doomcheese

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary : “I thought you were helping me with the morning feeding?”

“Stevie! I am helping!” With his free hand, Eddie motions to the gaggle of animals clamoring for their attention.

“You’re making another Tiktok video. That’s not helping.” Steve sighs but his lips pull up in a hint of a smile.

Jabbing a finger into Steve’s side to make him yelp and skitter away, Eddie taps the record button and grins at the camera on his phone, “Hey-howdy-hey folks! Welcome to another beauuu-ti-ful morning here at Homesteddie Farms! Say hi to the farm fans, Steve.”

Steve huffs a breath, before shaking his head and saying in a fond tone, “Hey farm fans!” Then he grunts out an 'oof' as one of the goats stands up on it’s hind legs, head butts Steve in the thigh and begins to nibble on the raggedy bottom of his cut off overall shorts. “Madmartigan! Get down.”

Echoes of You by @writer-in-theory | Art by @yellowsweater-bluevest

Rating: Teens and Up Audience

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Five years after leaving Hawkins, Eddie Munson comes home to take care of his Uncle Wayne. He never imagined having to face the ghosts of what he'd left behind.

When you look into the mirror, tell me what you see by @slippy-slip | Art by @cxwzkeys

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Jonthan Byers

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve moves away but when he comes back to visist, he’s not quite the same. Some cope with changes better than others.

Work it On Out by @lemonlimelights | Art by @chuchayucca

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence -specifcally the aftermath- blood and injury

Characters: Alexei, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Jonathan Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Nancy Wheeler

Parings: Alexei/Joyce Byers, Minor Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers, Minor Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler`

Summary: Alexei lives and Joyce can't stop thinking about him. Her kids catch on quick.

Love Sick by @lady-lostmind | Art by @ahhrenata

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary:

Eddie rolls over with a groan. He feels awful. He can’t breath out of his nose, there’s so much pressure in his head he feels like it might explode and his throat feels like he swallowed a cup of razors. He lets out a truly pathetic whimper, the sound catching in his throat as it turns into a cough. He stretches his arm out, feeling around for Steve and is met with cold, empty sheets. He whines again and finally pries his eyes open.

“Stevie?”

I Think of Thee by @house-of-chant | Art by @sunflowerharrington

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eddie, Chrissy, Gareth, Jeff, Unnamed Freak, Max, Ms O'Donnell

Pairing(s): Eddie Muson/Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Retaking senior year was not on Eddie's life plan. Neither was retaking Shakespearean Literature. At least Chrissy's in the class this year, though. AU - Eddie and Chrissy were childhood friends.

Do You Think I Have Forgotten (about you?) by StupidWithSteddie | Art by @artbean

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Gareth (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Summary:

Steve Harrington didn’t know much but he knew one thing — he hated Eddie Munson and he always would.

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or the battle of the bands au where steve and eddie have a complicated past and they're forced to confront it through the only way they know how - music

The Very First Night by @sourw0lfs | Art by @sunflowerharrington

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s):Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Chrissy Cunningham's Father (mentioned), Unnamed Band Manager

Relationship(s): Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Corroded Coffin

Summary:

"The rest of their set passes in a blur, some performative instinct Chrissy didn’t even know she had kicking in somewhere between the first and second songs. It leaves her feeling exhilarated, like she could fly if she tried.

Leaving the stage with the rest of the band feels right. Laughing as they walk through backstage to pack away their things again feels right.

Chrissy decides right then and there that she’s made the right choice, even if they never make it further than this.

OR: Five times something almost happens after Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin and one time it does"

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[camaro-and-smokes]

A Shot for Life

A Harringrove fic by Suometar / camaro-and-smokes

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Heather Holloway, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Original Characters, Other Character Tags to Be Added Tags: No Upside Down, Modern Setting, Model Billy Hargrove, Photographer Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove, Age Difference, Other Tags to Be Added

Chapter 2: Scared of love, but scared of life alone

Summary: It hadn’t been intentional, not dating anyone after healing from the heartache that had gutted Steve raw in the ancient past. He’d escaped the hurt into his work and then just…his career had taken off and there never seemed to be time to make space for anyone new. Then the years had passed, one after another, and here he was, still fully emerged in his work—and all alone.

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The studio was dimly lit after bathing in the brightness of spotlights all day. A single table lamp cast a warm glow on the wall in front of the table by which Steve Harrington was reviewing the shots from the day’s photoshoot.

Today had been the last session with a stunning model for his upcoming exhibition at the Los Angeles Center of Photography. The theme was curiosity, and the star of today’s photoshoot was none other than a delicate praying mantis.

Having a model that cared more about the day’s dinner than anything he was doing, or the fame that would be bestowed upon them once the exhibition opened, was refreshing. He could’ve worked all day long with creatures that were blessed with ignorance of expectations and things like success.

“Wow. Those are amazing,” Robin Buckley, Steve’s assistant and friend, said as she appeared on his side to look at the photos on his screen.

Steve stretched and brushed his silvery hair off his forehead. “For once, a model who doesn’t ask for a bathroom break when I’m on a roll,” he snorted before turning to look at her. “Hey, did you get a reply from the art director of the Givenchy campaign? It’s next week, and he still hasn’t confirmed the location.”

“Yes, Gavin replied to me. I forwarded that email to you, but in short; they’ve chosen the model, and the shoot is going to be in the Bahamas. He apologized it took so long for them but you know how it is sometimes. They’re arranging everything for the shoot, including crew. All you need to do is to be there with your camera. I already booked our flights. Oh, and hey, the editorial team for ‘Verve Magazine’ wants to discuss the possibility of an exclusive on the exhibition.”

“That should be taken care of this week,” Steve said sternly. “I don’t want to think about other things than the shoot next week.”

“Alright,” Robin said and scrolled through Steve’s calendar. “You have nothing on Thursday at noon.”

“Book a call with them then,” Steve said as he kept going through his photos.

“Consider it done,” Robin replied and started tapping her phone to make the arrangements.

.

A half-an-hour later, Steve took a break from editing and went to the small office kitchen where Robin was drinking tea. “So, are you going to tell me who the model is?” he asked her as he made a beeline to the fridge.

Robin grinned. “Billy Hargrove.”

Steve closed the fridge door and, leaning on the counter, he unwrapped his sandwich. “Remind me what he’s done before?”

Robin snorted at his way of saying I have no idea who that is, please enlighten me. Knowing he would remember better who he was going to be working with if he saw the face of the person, she opened Instagram on her phone to find Billy’s profile, and handed the phone to Steve. “He’s been mostly on editorials and on runways. Just walked for McQueen the other day. Fresh face, only two years in the business, started off quite late. But hardworking like no other I’ve seen in a while.”

Steve took the phone and scrolled through Billy’s profile. Blond, short hair with longer curls on top, sun kissed skin, a nice smile, a bit of bad boy attitude in his presence. Steve tapped one photo to see it better. It was a shot of Billy’s face in perfect detail, taken on a beach at sunset. He was looking past the camera at the sinking sun since the shadows on his face were almost nonexistent and behind him deep and dark. The text said ‘Someone to reach within’.

Most of the comments said they were ready to reach Billy’s within or allow him to reach theirs whenever he wanted. But something in the text, along with the mood of the photo, caught Steve’s attention. Despite the peaceful setting, there was something in Billy’s expression that hinted at a deeper story. Billy’s gaze seemed hard as he looked into the distance, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Steve could tell that Billy was not just another model, but someone who clearly had a talent for visual storytelling. Something told him they’d get along.

He gave Robin her phone back. “Will you make sure he knows how to…”

Robin interrupted him. “Already sent him an email when Gavin told me. You want to talk with him before the shoot or…?”

“I don’t think I have the time from the exhibition work. Just make sure he knows what to expect and what I expect from him. You remember…”

“…what happened last time, yes. I wish I could forget. He knows to be on time and respect everyone equally on set. I hope that doesn’t have to be said every single time from now on. I have zero tolerance for divas.” As she scrolled through her phone, a reminder popped up on the screen. She let out a frustrated groan and muttered, “Oh fuck. I forgot that.”

Steve glanced up from his sandwich, raising his other eyebrow. “Forgot what?”

Robin looked at him sheepishly. “The opening of the Gucci flagship store is tonight.”

Steve looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before wiping the corners of his mouth. “How can you forget something like that? I’ve done all their major photoshoots for…”

“…years. I know, Steve! Fuck! I set the reminder, but didn’t remember to set it to alert more than once, for just now. I’m so sorry!”

“Okay, what time?” Steve asked.

“In thirty minutes.”

Steve shook his head and dropped the rest of the sandwich to the trash. “Jesus, Robin! You’re the one who’s supposed to remember these things because I’m the dingus who forgets everything—your words, by the way,” he scolded her as he left for his office.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said. “The charcoal turtleneck is in your closet with the black trousers. I think the Gucci boots should be there too,” she shouted after him. “Unless you’ve taken them home with you.”

“Can you find me a belt to go with the slacks?” Steve shouted back to her as he rushed to his office, pulling off his shirt. “I don’t think I have one here now.”

After a while, Robin brought Steve a black vintage belt. “This is the best I could do now. Not Gucci, sorry.”

She then left to find something for herself, leaving Steve to finish his outfit.

He pulled the belt through the loops in his slacks and looked at himself in the mirror as he buckled it. For someone who was a few years shy of fifty, he looked pretty good. The only thing that revealed his actual age was his hair that was now more or less bright silver rather than brown. That change had happened earlier and quicker than he’d hoped, which was why he liked to keep it longer on top and short on the sides, to keep himself looking a bit more like he felt—younger than his age.

He grabbed his jacket and turned off the light from the office. Robin was already waiting by the front door, wearing her black, ankle-length fake-leather jacket over some of the designer clothes she probably hadn’t had yet time to return from some photoshoot.

When she saw Steve, she smirked and threw his car keys to him, opening the door and leading them to the corridor and towards the elevator that took them to the garage. “You scrubbed up well.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Steve said with a smile. “Which photoshoot is the shirt from?” he asked with a lilt.

“From the shoot for the Fashion Institute. I know, don’t start,” she said, holding her palm up as they stepped into the elevator. “I will take it to the dry-cleaner first thing tomorrow and return it. And I’m going to bring some of my own clothes to the studio for something like this, though. Because this shirt tickles and it isn’t exactly my style,” she continued with a laugh.

Steve pressed the button to the garage level and leaned against the railing. “Well, that should remind you to remember to return things on time and set up reminders to remember to do so,” Steve quipped.

“Oh, bite me,” Robin said, jabbing Steve with her elbow.

“Ow! No need to get violent,” he replied with a laugh. He was happy Robin was working with him. They had such an uncomplicated relationship, even though, technically, Robin was his employee. But they were equals, friends, and both poking at the other playfully—but also supporting each other. Which was more Steve could ever ask for since there weren’t that many people around him nowadays.

.

At the Gucci store they mingled effortlessly with the who’s who of the industry.

Steve didn’t really care about these events. He would’ve rather been at the studio choosing the last photos for the exhibition and preparing for the Givenchy photoshoot. But Gucci was a major client, and unless he was anything less than out of the country or deceased, he couldn’t miss an event like this.

“I’ve been here for fifteen minutes and I’m already exhausted,” he murmured, leaning toward Robin.

“Stop complaining. I know you don’t like these events,” she replied, “and neither do I. But you haven’t been seen in one of these in months.”

“I know, I know. It’s important to be seen,” Steve muttered. He should’ve gotten used to having to go to events like this over the two decades he’d worked in high fashion, but for some reason, they never got any easier.

She patted his arm and pointed to the other end of the store, where the lead designer for the brand was talking with some people. “Let’s go say hi.”

“Steve!” Michel André, the top designer of Gucci, greeted him with a thick Italian accent, holding his hands up in the air theatrically. “I was hoping to see you here,” he continued. “Your exhibition in Milan, it was the talk of the town for months!”

“I’m flattered, as always,” Steve responded, with a modest tilt of his head.

“I heard you’re shooting the Givenchy campaign. We have to come up with something new for us, too, or we don’t stand a chance in competition!”

“You know I’m always at your service. Just let me know when,” Steve said with a genuine smile. Gucci was the only client he still frequently worked with because he had pretty much free hands with their campaigns. He knew what the brand stood for in a way a few photographers did.

“I’ll have my assistant send you the plans for next winter collection and we’ll talk,” André said, grinning. “I hope you’re coming to fashion week this year?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Steve assured before he was released from the discussion by a group of fashion editors who wanted to talk with the designer.

When Robin after a while brought him another non-alcoholic drink, he went straight back to work-mode. “Could you check tomorrow that the smoke machine is working? I didn’t remember to check it and the last time when I needed it, it didn’t work. And if it doesn’t…”

“…I’ll buy a new one. Yes, I can do that.”

“Thank you,” Steve replied and looked around the space that was pulsing with people and music. This scene of posturing and meaningless pleasantries was an image of his life for the past twenty-five years, a hollow summary of what had still made him a ‘rock star’ among photographers; one who made garments come to life like no other.

But he wasn’t just a fashion photographer. He had a skill of taking stunning photos anywhere, anytime, of anyone. He’d held several exhibitions all over the world and won several contests, including the most prestigious ones; the World Photography Award and the BJP International Photography Award.

Despite his success and recognition, it was especially in events like this where he felt more alone than at any time in the solitude of his studio. The constant buzz of conversations and clinks of glasses reminded him of the loneliness inside him. He had achieved everything he had ever wanted in terms of career, but it had come at a cost.

Steve looked at his drink, not feeling like drinking it. He’d done what he came here to do; to be seen. “I think I’ll head home,” he said to Robin.

She looked at him knowingly. “Could you at least try to enjoy this for a bit longer? Please?” She bit her lip, her eyes pleading with him. “Maybe get to know some new people?”

Steve knew what she meant and smiled wearily. “You know I can’t. This scene…” he grimaced and vaguely pointed around with his finger in the air, “there’s nothing like that for me here.”

Robin looked at him with concern, like so many times before. “You know, these are the circles you move in. It’s been so long. Why not just give it a chance…”

Steve’s expression turned firm as he cut her off. “We talked about this. Nothing has changed. Not yet.”

Robin sighed in defeat and didn’t push further. “Okay. I’ll stay for a while longer,” she finally said with a soft smile, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “I’ll report to you later if anything comes up.”

.

Steve walked out of the store into the cool evening air. The New York heat wave had finally given in to a summer shower and the air smelled fresh as he walked towards the parking garage where his car was. Perfect for forgetting what Robin was once again hinting. What she’d been pushing on him at an exceeding rate lately.

He knew she meant well, and he admitted she had a point. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life alone, and he was already halfway in and it felt more difficult each day to find someone.

It hadn’t been intentional, not dating anyone after healing from the heartache that had gutted him raw in the ancient past. There was a reason why colleagues shouldn't date and Steve had learned it the hard way. He’d escaped the hurt into his work and then just…his career had taken off and there never seemed to be time to make space in his life for anyone new. The years had passed, one after another, and here he was, still fully emerged in his work—and all alone.

But it was scary to get himself out there after all this time. What if he'd forgotten how to even date? How did it even work nowadays? And could he ever have the courage to share his innermost self to someone else? Could he ever trust someone that much?

Despite it all he’d signed up for both Tinder and Grindr, but deleted the accounts after a short while. He’d worked long enough with well composed, half-veiled appearances for not wanting to be chosen solely by his looks alone—or, god forbid, by his name.

He hardly ever went out, except at industry events, but a while back, Robin had lured him out of his studio to go dancing with her, and it had been fun. After who knows how many drinks, she had told him she had a new girlfriend who apparently was the one and that Steve would meet her sometime soon. The new relationship had made her more resolute to make him open up to the idea of finding someone who mattered more than his camera.

And she was right. The most likely people he’d connected with were in the fashion industry because those were the circles he moved in. But last time he’d only found pain, and a field that concentrated on just the looks rarely helped couples to stay together.

Robin always told him he was too soft for his own good. So, he was an artist at heart, sue him.

.

His phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts. It was Eddie, his best friend since high school. He was one of the few people Steve truly enjoyed being around, even though Eddie from time to time went into chipmunk mode about his projects and not shutting up even when Steve had already lost him half an hour earlier. Steve shot all Corroded Coffin’s promo shots and, in return, Eddie had modeled for him several times. Eddie’s nude black and white portrait from fifteen years ago was still one of Steve’s most recognized photos.

They hadn’t talked in a long while, so getting a call from him was a pleasant surprise. “What’s up, Munson?”

“So, hey, uh…Are you in town this weekend?” Eddie asked nervously.

“Yeah. But I’m working and flying out on Sunday. Why?”

“I was wondering if you…I’d like you to meet someone.”

Steve stopped in the middle of the pavement, his heart sinking a little. He was quite sure where this was going. “Who’s the lucky girl today?” he still asked sarcastically, since Eddie was notorious for his short-lived relationships.

“Oh, ha-ha. She’s uh…” Eddie’s voice trailed off, and he fell into silence. “I really want you to meet her. I think she might be, you know…” he confessed, leaving the rest up in the air for Steve to catch.

Steve couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Eddie had only once before introduced someone to him like that; his ex, who he’d been with for over a decade. It stung to know that Munson, who even was a year older than him, had found someone who truly saw him for who he was, not just his fame as a rock star. Sure, of course Eddie was known worldwide too, and there was a pool of takers for him that grew all the time, but still finding one who wanted to see the real person and not the mask wasn’t easy.

“Oh. Uh, well, I’m really stuck with work until the end of next week. How about Saturday a week from now?”

“Perfect. That’s perfect, yeah. At my place. Does eight work?” Eddie asked eagerly.

“Sounds good.” Steve smiled as he walked into the parking garage, but inside, he was torn. “You’re head over heels, are you?” he asked, trying to push down the feelings of loneliness that were surfacing once again.

Eddie chuckled. “Um, you could say that.”

“I’m happy for you, man. I really am,” Steve said, not feeling quite as sincere as he'd wanted to.

“So, what about you? Still looking?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah.”

“You must be looking in the wrong place.”

“I’m starting to think so myself, too,” Steve admitted, feeling a little bit defeated.

“Hey, maybe one of those work trips of yours will produce someone who you’d like to stick around for,” Eddie suggested optimistically.

“Oh, I think the problem is the opposite; who’d want to stick around with an old guy like me,” Steve replied with a half-hearted laugh.

“C’mon man, you’re not old!” Eddie encouraged him. “I know you’ll get lucky one of these days. I can feel it.”

Steve smiled weakly as he opened the car doors and sat inside. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

“I wish there was something I could do,” Eddie said, his tone warm and sympathetic.

“You enjoy what you have and leave that dilemma to me for handle,” Steve said and took his driving gloves from the glove box. “Hey, I’m going to take a drive. Keep me posted on that Saturday if something changes.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

.

After ending the call, Steve sat for a while in the car, not yet starting it, his hands on the steering wheel. He should be happy for Eddie, and the fact that he couldn’t be made him feel like a lousy friend. But now two of his closest people were having someone special in their lives and he had no one. It stung.

But maybe Eddie was right and the someone he was looking for was just behind the next corner. All he really could do was to trust that and not lose hope.

[munsonsreputation]

Soon You'll Get Better

PROLOGUE

↢ series masterlist | chapter one ↣

series summary: this story takes place a year after the events in season three. max is closed off, dealing with her pain and loss her own way--isolation and self deprecating. she knows that billy was never the best brother yet she still feels this pain. a pain that doesn't go unnoticed by steve harrington and his girlfriend, who try their best to fill the roles in max's life with the hopes that she knows she's never alone and she'll get better soon.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: none for this part :D

A year may seem like a long time to reflect on what happened in the past. But unless your year includes some secret Russian base, a shitload of possessed mind-flayers, and a dead brother—a year is never going to be enough.

Max Mayfield, the true victim of last summer, had lost it all. Her half-brother, Billy, her step-father, and sometimes, it even feels like she lost her mom. But the one person she truly lost and could never really find was herself. She didn’t know how to navigate life after what had happened that summer. All of her friends seemed to be able to walk away from StarCourt with a piece of them still left to hold on to, but she had nothing.

The young girl would do her very best to not be so affected by the loss she faced, knowing Billy was never nice to her and her stepfather instilled fear in the home, but there was always yearning burning inside of her. Questions of what would’ve happened if Billy had survived. Would their relationship be mended? Could she finally have someone to look after her?

These questions infiltrated her mind like the regret she had for not being a good enough sister to him. For not taking the time to understand him and try to break his shell. Nights were spent alone, crying in her bed looking at photographs of her and Billy that her mom made them take. And days were filled with putting on a mask in front of her friends because she didn’t want them to worry.

It might have fooled everyone. Her laughs and smiles seemed genuine, and maybe they really were, but deep down it wasn’t all butterflies and rainbows for her.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Her heart was wrenching apart every second she had to see Nancy and Mike share an affectionately awkward hug. She held back tears when Hopper talked to Jonathan and Will as if they were his own kids. And her soul hurt a little more when all the moms would holler for her friends after spending too many hours at the arcade.

All the while she had no sibling to hug. No father to talk to. And a mother who was too busy working to care about her spending her day at a silly arcade playing Pac-Man and worrying about someone beating her high score.

No one picked up on it, but sooner or later someone would. And maybe she would be able to get better.

a/n: again, a big thank you to @translatemunson for helping me with this series!!! as of right now, i don't have a posting schedule set for this series so my apologies if you'll be waiting...i don't want to stress myself out and put pressure on writing so i hope you all understand <3 i am working on chapter one right now and i'm striving for it to be out sometime next week so keep an eye out for that...so excited for you all to read!!!

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[certifiedl0serloll]

There is a right answer

[schrijverr]

Page 44-45

[Page 44 has one horizontal photograph on it beneath it is text. The image is of the Munson trailer, a beat up couch standing in front of it. On the couch are Eddie and Wayne, Eddie is shirtless, only having his jewelry and plaid pajama pants on as he is slouched down. Wayne just came from his shift. They’re smoking together. On the door is spray painted ‘Satanists’ in bold letters, both men seem to ignore this.]

Necessary Oblivion

Jonathan Byers, 1989

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As much as we want to tell you the good parts, show you all the highlights, the victories. We can’t. Our joy was reserved for private moments and we were watched for signs that could be used against us. Being queer isn’t easy. Not now, not then. You learn to ignore stares and hateful words, to clean off the spray paint and wipe off the dirt when you’re pushed down. However, there are some things that aren’t as easily ignored.

Steve got written out of the will in 1988, replaced by his younger cousin, who was already engaged to his high school sweetheart. His parents only returned to Hawkins for one day and that was to kick him out and inform him of the change. He moved into the trailer with Eddie and his uncle Wayne, like Eddie had done years before that, fleeing for his parents. And like Wayne had done before both of them, a few decades earlier.

Robin got disowned in the summer of 1989, betrayed by a pin that was left on her floor after it fell of a jacket, usually hidden in the back of her closet. She stayed in Jonathan’s old room for the weeks between that happening and moving to Boston too along with Eddie and Steve.

Mrs. Mayfield never knew her daughter had a girlfriend as well as a boyfriend, Max told her grave in 1997. While, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair only learned that their son’s girlfriend had a girlfriend too in 2008.

Mike didn’t invite his parents to his wedding day, Nancy never brought Argyle home. Both of them stopped speaking to the people that raised them when Mike went to college in 1989. Neither of us know what kind of person our little sister grew up to be. Holly Wheeler, if you are out there, we hope you’re okay, we hope you grew up kind.

But we had each other, we were lucky with the support we had. The people that did accept us, are worth their weight in gold. Together we ensured we all made it. Yet none of us can deny there are losses in growing up queer, there are experiences that you don’t get to have, lessons only you have to learn, parts of yourself you can’t share.

Life isn’t a highlight reel, but we try to remember the good parts too.

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[Page 45 has three photographs. Two next to each other, with one beneath them. The first image, upper left, is of Robin. She is sitting in the hallway of the Hopper-Byers house, hugging her knees close to her chest and crying. Next to her sits a stuffed duffle bag.]

Disowned

Jonathan Byers, 1989

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[The photograph next to it is of the same image, this time Steve is kneeling in front of her, wiping away her tears and smiling softly. Robin returns it with a watery smile of her own.]

Claimed

Jonathan Byers, 1989

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[Below it is another horizontal image, again of the trailer. This time Wayne is gone from the couch, as is Eddie. Instead Eddie and Steve are working together to clean the paint of the trailer, both having a little bucket and sponges. Eddie is still dressed the same as in the first photograph, Steve is wearing the unbuttoned matching top and just a pair of boxers, his chest and leg hair on full display. Both their scars can be seen.]

Cleaning Up after Hate

Jonathan Byers, 1989

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Max Mayfield (14+) - FC: Sadie Sink

Robin Buckley (18+) - FC: Maya Hawke

Carol Perkins (18+) - FC: Chelsea Talmadge

Will Byers (14+) - FC: Jack Dylan Grazer

Tommy Hagen (18) - FC: Chester Rushing

Steve Harrington (18) - FC: Joe Keery

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale (30+) - FC: Tyler Hoechln

Stiles Stilinski (30+) - FC: Dylan O’brien

Liam Dunbar (30+) - FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Kira Yukimara  (30+) - FC: Arden Cho

Jackson Whittemore (30+) - FC: Colton Haynes

Mason Hewitt  (30+) - FC: Khylin Rhambo

ONE TREE HILL

Nathan Scott (18+) - FC: James Lafferty

Karen Roe (30+) - FC: Moira Kelly

Kieth Scott (30+) - FC: Craig Sheffer

Peyton Sawyer (18+) - FC: Hilarie Burton

HARRY POTTER

Luna Lovegood (18+) - FC: Evanna Lynch

Neville Longbottom (18+) - FC: Matthew Lewis

OUTER BANKS

Rafe Cameron (19+) - FC: Drew Starkey

Kiara Carrera (18+) - FC: Madison Bailey

JJ Maybank (18+) - FC: Rudy Pankow

John B Rutledge (18+) - FC: Chase Stokes

Ward Cameron (30+) - FC: Charles Esten

Wheezie Cameron (15) - FC: Julia Antonelli 

Topper Thornton (19+) - FC: Austin North

ANIMATED TV & MOVIES

Catra (18+) - FC: Lulu Antariksa

Ballister Boldheart (30+) - FC: Riz Ahmed

Vi (20+) - FC: Brianna Hildebrand

HEARTSTOPPER

Nick Nelson (18+) - FC: Kit Conner

Darcey Olson (18+) - FC: Kizzy Edgell

DISNEY MOVIES & TV

Evie Grimhilde (18+) - FC: Sofia Carson

Ben Florian (18+) - FC: Mitchell Hope

Queen Elsa (18+) - FC: Anya Taylor Joy

Honeymaren (18+) - FC: Devery Jacobs

Kristoff Bjorgman (18+) - FC: Lucas Till

Olaf (10) - FC: Asa Butterfield

Fawn (18+) - FC: Maia Mitchell

Flynn Rider (19+) - FC: Ben Barnes

Amity Blight (15+) - FC: Kiernan Shipka

Jack Frost (19+) - FC: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Astrid Hofferson (19+) - FC: Britt Robertson

Miguel Rivera (10+) - FC: As Himself 

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore (18+) - FC: Ian Somerhalder 

Klaus Mikaelson  (25+) - FC: Joseph Morgan

Bonnie Bennett  (18+) - FC: Kat Graham 

Vincent Griffith (30+) - FC: Yusuf Gatewood

Freya Mikaelson (25+) - FC: Riley Voelkel

LIFE IS STRANGE

Dana Ward  (18+) - FC: Lily Collins

Alex Chen  (18+) - FC: Brianne Tju

Chloe Price  (18+) - FC: Emma Mackey

Warren Graham (18+) - FC: Austin Abrams

Stella Hill (18+) - FC: Maitreya Ramakrishnan

Luke Parker (18+) - FC: Ross Butler

Kate Marsh (18+) - FC: Grace Van Dien

SCREAM MOVIES & TV 

Billy Loomis (18+) - FC: Skeet Ulrich

Mindy Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Jasmin Savoy Brown

Chad Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Mason Gooding

Noah Foster (18+) - FC: John Karna

Dewy Riley (23+) - FC: Dave Arquette

Tatum Riley (18+) - FC: Rose Mcgowan / Christina Hendricks

Wes Hicks (18+) - FC: Dylan Minnette 

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller (30+) - FC: Pedro Pascal

Ellie Williams (18+) - FC: Bella Ramsey

Dina (18+) - FC: Cascina Caradonna

Tess Servopoulos (30+) - FC: Anna Torv

MARIO UNIVERSE 

Bowser (??) - FC: As himself 

Princess Peach (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney

Toad (??) - FC: Jack Dylan Glazer

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan (30+) - FC: Tom Hardy

Abigail Marston  (25+) - FC: Rebecca Hall 

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson 

Charlie Swan (40+) - FC: Billy Burke

Jasper Hale  (100+) - FC: Jackson Rathbone 

MISCELLANEOUS ANIME

Saitama (18+) - FC: Adachi Yūto

Sakura Haruno (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Naruto Uzumaki (18+) - FC: Suda Masaki

Houtarou Oreki (18+) - FC: Kubota Masataka

Haruhi Fujioka (18+) - FC: Watanabe Mayu

Tamaki Suoh (18+) - FC: Sato Ryuji 

Arisa Uotani (18+) - FC: Hirose Alice

Nana Osaki (18+) - FC: Rila Fukushima

Taiga Aisaka (18+) - FC: Natsuki Margaret Gibb

Yui Harasawa (18+) - FC: Ririka

FNAF

Vanessa Afton (18+) - FC: Elizabeth Lail 

Suzie / Chica  (9) - FC: Dakota Fanning

SUPERNATURAL 

Dean Winchester (30+) - FC: Jensen Ackles

Bobby Singer (50+) - FC: Jim Beaver

Meg Masters (1000+) - FC: Rachel Miner

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE 

Frank Castle (30+) - FC: Jon Bernthal

Peter Parker (19+) - FC: Tom Holland

Tony Stark (30+) - FC: Robert Downey Jr

Vision (??) - FC: Paul Bettany

Bruce Banner (30+) - FC: Mark Ruffalo

Jessica Jones (30+) - FC: Krysten Ritter

DC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Bruce Wayne (30+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Selina Kyle (30+) - FC: Cameron Bicondova & Monica Baccarin

Harley Quinn (30+) - FC: Samara Weaving

Arthur Fleck (30+) - FC: Barry Keoghan

Barbara Gordon (20+) - FC: Kat Mcnamara 

Dick Grayson (20+) - FC: Brenton Thwaites 

DUMPLIN’

Ellen “ El “ Dryver (18+) - FC: Odeya Rush

Bo Larson (19+) - FC: Luke Benward

[hope-can-be-your-sword]

Stranger Things AU

in which many of our characters have some degree of fame (modern). upcoming in-progress work that will have multiple parts. one featuring the trio (Steve, Robin, Chrissy), one featuring Mike and his group, one featuring Will and his group, and one featuring Will and Mike getting together (because it started with the two of them when I was listening to Paris by Taylor Swift)

• Steve Harrington, actor, now a big name

• Chrissy Cunningham, actress, now a big name

• Nancy Wheeler, journalist/reporter

• Jonathan Byers, photographer

• Mike Wheeler, author and occasional lyricist

• Will Byers, artist and small time actor

• Lucas Sinclair, upcoming basketball player

• Max Mayfield, skateboarder who gets a lot of praise from Tony Hawk so is gaining media attention

• Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin

also featuring: the rest of CC, Dustin, Robin, Erica, El, Holly, and mentions of Carol and Tommy

including Steve & Robin, Robin/Chrissy, Chrissy & Steve, (future) Mike/Will, Lucas/Max and more

[wearelondonhq]

( Ray ) welcome to london, MAX MAYFIELD! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like SADIE SINK? well, no matter, we hear that you are 23 and working as a UNEMPLOYED STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from STRANGER THINGS and have a tendency to be TRUSTWORTHY as well as ALOOF. (ray) welcome to london, 838!CHRISTINE PALMER! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like MELISSA O’NEIL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 42 and working as a SCIENTIST. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from MARVEL and have a tendency to be DETERMINED as well as PESSIMISTIC (Ray) welcome to london, LYDIA DEETZ! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like KSENIA SOLO? well, no matter, we hear that you are 35 and working as a PHOTOGRAPHER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from BEETLEJUICE and have a tendency to be ACCEPTING as well as SENSITIVE.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, max mayfield, christine palmer & lydia deetz! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome ray, please be sure to follow our checklist here!

[wheelfield]

the party x photographs

[massacre-at-hawkins-lab]

Stranger Things 2- subtle moving stills

-Max Mayfield

[willbyersboy]

Masterlist 🤎

Will Byers

Will Byers (+Steve Harrington) with a gn!reader on their first date

Will Byers (+Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler) with a male!reader who is Dustin’s older brother

Mike Wheeler

Mike Wheeler with a male!reader when their relationship gets discovered

Mike Wheeler with a jealous!male!reader

Mike Wheeler (+Lucas Sinclair & Will Byers) with a male!reader who is Dustin’s older brother

Lucas Sinclair

Lucas Sinclair lyric fic (I belong with you-Taylor Swift) with a gn!reader

Lucas Sinclair (+Mike Wheeler & Will Byers) with a male!reader who is Dustin’s older brother

Dustin Henderson

Dustin Henderson with a male!reader cuddling hcs

Dustin Henderson with a male!reader going out on a date

Dustin Henderson with a nb!reader coming out

Dustin Henderson with a crush on a male!reader

Dustin Henderson with a male!reader who likes to play with his hair

Jane (Eleven) Hopper

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington (+Will Byers) with a gn!reader on their first date

Steve Harrington (+Jonathan Byers) with a male!reader fluff

Steve Harrington friends to lovers with a gn!reader

Steve Harrington (+Nancy Wheeler & Eddie Munson) with an affectionate!male!reader

Steve Harrington with a trans!male!reader coming out to him

Nancy Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler (+Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson) with an affectionate!male!reader

Max Mayfield

Max Mayfield with a gn!reader cuddling hcs

Fred Benson

Fred Benson with a taller!quiet!coworker!photographer!male reader

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan Byers (+Steve Harrington) with a male!reader fluff

Argyle

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson with a male!musician!reader

Eddie Munson (+Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington) with an affectionate!male!reader

[gravegroves]

"steve kills neil" hell yeah, now we're talking

Lol, you wanna read it? Here ya go:

The newspaper article never mentions why Steve Harrington drove to Old Cherry Lane one early December morning and caved Neil Hargrove’s skull in with a nail studded bat. Though there are... rumours.

It doesn’t mention Neil's son -- well, it does, but it doesn't mention how the day before, Billy had limped and later crawled his way to Loch Nora, half frozen, barely conscious and almost unrecognisable to his boyfriend when he answered the scrambled knocking on the door.

(It doesn't mention how unsteady Billy was on his feet for weeks after, how the hearing in his right ear was almost completely gone and never really improved much in the years since or the seven -- seven -- broken ribs, the dislocated shoulder or the fractured collarbone.)

It doesn't mention how Steve had held Billy until he passed out from pain and exhaustion, barely able to breathe, but still able to make Steve swear not to take him to a hospital.

It doesn't mention Steve panicking for two hours. Listening to Billy's rasping breaths and not knowing what to do. Or Steve picking Billy up and, in a feat of pure desperation, carried him to his car. How he drove like a bat out of hell to a clinic two towns over and hoping to Christ that they'd be able to help.

It doesn't mention the one nurse who takes one look at Steve clutching Billy's limp hand and understands. Who calls her brother doing his residency at the local hospital and tells him to sneak out an IV bag and to come check out a patient. Or the other nurse who keeps the clinic open and stays with them all night, checking on Billy's concussion every few hours and squeezes Steve's shoulder whenever he looks seconds from breaking apart.

It doesn't mention Steve driving Billy home in the early hours of the morning -- taking him up to his room and laying him on the bed where Billy had laid many times before. How Steve had tried to touch Billy, to comfort him, but there isn't a patch of skin left unmarked or uninjured for him to run his fingers over. How he runs from the room to scream into his fist.

It doesn't mention Steve sprinting to his car, driving in silence -- so carefully. Wanting to get to his destination unfollowed and unbothered.

It doesn't mention Max answering the door, how she watches him standing on the porch with the nail bat clutched in his hand, or how she silently lets Steve move past her into the house and gently push her outside before he closes the door. Or how she walks down to sit on the curb beside their driveway. Refusing to cry.

---

It does mention the screams that startle a neighbour. 

It does mention Susan Hargrove being shoved and locked into Billy's room after the first swing incapacitates her husband.

It does mention that Neil Hargrove's head had resembled more of a pulpy soup by the time Steve hits hard enough to embed the nails into the floor and leaves it there, poking up from the mess like a tombstone.

It does mention Steve walking calmly out onto the lawn, covered in blood and bits of brain to tell Max to go to the Sinclair's and to stay there.

It does mention Steve going home to change before turning up at the bank, draining his account and as much from his parents' as he can manage before he and Billy disappear.

It does mention the last place they were rumoured to have been seen: five states away, sitting in a diner and holding hands across the table.

It does mention the fact that the boys have yet to be found, some four years later.

---

It doesn't mention the people they left behind.

It doesn't mention that Nancy Wheeler chooses to abandon her dreams of becoming a journalist. That publishers are only ever interested in her stories if she's willing to talk about Steve Harrington. Her ex boyfriend. The Killer King of Hawkins High.

It doesn't mention how Steve's parents sell the house and leave Hawkins for good. How his father loses his job and his mother her bankroll. How they get divorced and never speak again and it's like their little charade of a family had never existed at all.

It doesn't mention that Tommy and Carol never regain any significant social standing at Hawkins High or that they leave the town not long after graduation. They are the couple that hung out with a killer and his suspected accomplice, possible gay lover, and in Hawkins, that's all they'll ever be.

It doesn't mention how Jim Hopper spends sleepless nights talking himself out of tampering with evidence. How one day, in desperation, he asks El to find either of the boys, but only gets a shake of her head in response and a firm: "Better like this."

It doesn't mention how Susan Hargrove, soon to be Mayfield once again, moves herself and her daughter to a different house. How she tries to repair the relationship with her daughter as best as she can, but the damage is mostly done. 

It doesn't mention that Claudia Henderson cries herself to sleep for many nights after, thinking of all the times she let that boy near her precious Dusty.

It doesn't mention how Dustin still talks into his walkie talkie at night, tuned to a private frequency that never answers him back. How he buys a bottle of Farrah Fawcett hair spray and uses it religiously despite varied results. How sometimes, when the party meets up, he and Max will lock eyes and share a private moment of pain that neither of them can talk about out loud.

It doesn't mention the envelope Max receives two days before her graduation and three weeks before she moves out for good. It contains a photograph of two young men kissing in front of a huge ornate building, holding up their hands with matching rings.

It doesn't mention how Max smiles at the writing on the back, tucks it away for safekeeping and wonders if she can save enough to go to Europe before her first summer break at college. How Max already knows Dustin will join her.

---

It doesn't mention that Billy and Steve live happily ever after.

But they do.